Allie: See these wrinkles that I drew on Tinker Bell mom? (As we sit coloring at the counter together)
Me: Yep
A: They are just like the ones you have on your back.
Me: What? Huh? I have wrinkles on my back? Where?
A: Here let me show you as she lifts up my shirt. See right here...look at all those wrinkles.
Me: Huge sigh of relief - Oh you mean freckles, those are FRECKLES, not wrinkles.
A: Oh, okay, well then that is what Tinker Bell has too. Freckles.
Later that night:
Me: Hey Erik, I have to tell you a funny story that happened with me and Allie.
E: Okay, sure.
So I proceed to tell him the story. And when I get to the point about wrinkles on my back. He says:
E: Ha-ha, did she mean to say fat rolls!?!
Me: Uh - NO, but thanks for that, she meant freckles, but obviously I know how you feel. (All while flipping him off!)
Awwwweeee...the innocence of a 4 year old. And the idiot-ness of my husband!
3 comments:
That calls for a swift neck jab, I'm sure. to your husband... not your 4 year old.
It was a good thing he was across the room. And that I didn't have anything within reach to throw at him.
So funny. Well zeb told me my butt looks different in my jeans since I've had Briggs. And I said different good or bad. He didn't answer. Jerk. :)
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